[center] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/45ZAmJEYNkJMY/giphy.gif[/img][h1][color=#D8D8D8]Cole Phelps[/color][/h1][/center] [center][b][color=#D8D8D8]Level[/color][/b]: 1 [b][color=#D8D8D8]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day Three - Evening [b][color=#D8D8D8]Location[/color][/b]: Northrend-Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra [b][color=#D8D8D8]Tag[/color][/b]: Vent [@Zarkun] - Constantina [@DracoLunaris] - Blue [@Holy Soldier] - Zero [@arowne97] [b][color=#D8D8D8]Experience:[/color][/b] ////////// (0/10) [/center] It go unnoticed by Cole that the younger human, or kid for all he knew, perhaps a human-like alien from one of those Wallace Fox movies, stuck tight to him like a lost puppy finally returned to its owner. Now he couldn't fault him for sticking close, this was by far the strangest place the detective had found himself in, and who knew how little Blue and his..blue turtle felt. Now Cole Phelps didn't mind, he felt like an outsider himself, so he put on a smile as he tried not to shiver too much in a suit meant for warm California and not cold Alaska, or Northrend as it was called. [color=#D8D8D8]"Poke…mon? Is that some sort of newly discovered race of turtles? I must admit I'm no expert in zoology, but never seen a turtle quite like that before."[/color] Cole Phelps asked Blue, then giving a nod of agreement to his last part and Constanta the Caesar-like lady', Constantia's assesment of the cold. [color=#D8D8D8]"Agreed. It's freezing out here, colder than an icebox…"[/color] He shivered, going on with the group as they kept on moving forward. Robed induvidual boarding a boat? Cole turned his head instintively to the side, finally registering what was going on at their side that he had failed to see before. Indeed, it was an odd sight. Cole looked back at Constantia and gave her an approving look. She was doing a good job for someone not in the Force. But it would appear that the boat was not the only eventful sight to behold, as Vent pointed at something happening on the beach. That's when one of those short fellas, calling himself Flint the Dwarven Ranger, stopped Vent from getting to close and giving some explaination. Cole Phelps looked at what was going on there, feeling a dreadful sense of familiarity with the sight. [color=#D8D8D8]"Those flying things are their "pets"? Geeze, they're getting bombed down there!"[/color] Cole Phelps then listened to Darion explaining what the robed figure in the boat was doing, both the official and unofficial story, the latter catching his most attention. He was no stranger to keeping things under the radar until sorted out, he was a cop in Los Angeles after all! And it sounded like this Cult needed to be dealt with. [color=#D8D8D8]"What sorts of things have happened in the keep, if you don't mind me asking?"[/color] Cole asked Darion quietly, stepping up to him before being informed about the blacksmith and the general supplies merchant. Lots of approaches to investigate, but Phelps knew where to go first. [color=#D8D8D8]"I'll be seeing the armorer first then. We'll be no good investigating or fighting if we are frozed popstickles. Want to check the armorer out, Blue? Miss Constantia?"[/color] Cole stated to the group, looking lastly at Blue and Constantia as they had adressed the issue of the cold. If and when they'd agree to follow him, Cole would start making his way to the armorer, already getting sick of the shivering cold. God, he missed L.A.